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framework of an upper window at toot of huntsman's 

 horn. 



We draw off well pleased with our day's sport. 

 Now the run is over I can look back on it with 

 pleasure. Though I was at first far from convinced 

 of the prudence of our movements, and at times, 

 '' as limp as a scared corncrake," I began at last to 

 enjoy the run which we — or rather my fair com- 

 panion saw from find to finish. Thanks to herself, 

 though she puts all the credit to my account, and 

 says, " How well you managed to keep with the 

 hounds ! I have enjoyed myself immensely, I am so 

 much obliged. You have given me a great treat." 



Mr. Calmady regrets that there is no brush for 

 her. She assures him that she is quite satisfied 

 with the enjoyable run, and thanks him for a very 

 pleasant day. Then turns for home. She begs me 

 not to think of accompanying her, and so lose the 

 chance of another run. But I tell her that I wish 

 to keep the recollection of this run distinct from any 

 other. 



Very fortunate to-day in my journey across 

 country, I have gone well. And, though in the first 

 part of the run ** you could have knocked me down 

 with a feather," I have taken a very forward place, 

 and got off without a single mishap. Why should I 

 not be content to let well alone ? 



Besides, I look forward to a pleasant ride with my 



